Perhaps you've joined the mass exodus and headed outside of your house/apartment/office/opium den to shed a layer or two and enjoy the sun. Perhaps you've taken it one step further and have gone out and up. Up as in elevation. I alluded to this back during the days of my glorious travel, but there's something about climbing up that Y-axis that really lifts people's spirits, both literally and figuratively. There's something about Spring that makes a person say, "hey, I know where we can drink..."...pause...look both ways...come in a little closer...whisper..."outside on a roof". Having been hostage to snow and sleet for so long, it seems like people aren't content with going to a bar that can simply have the windows open and some fresh air. The beginning of Spring brings out the classic "go hard or go home" attitude in many New Yorkers. It's all about patios and rooftops. But as excited as we all are let's just remember, it's not even May, people. Girl in the sundress...when the sun goes down it's going to be 40 degrees, and nobody is going to want to hear you complaining about being cold. Hipster dude with the beard in the cut-off shorts...when the sun goes down you better hope your legs can grow a beard too because you and your plaid shirt are going to be freezing. But that said, you have to love Spring in New York because there's no wading in, there's simply... "cannonball!"
"I'[m] trying this new fad called uh, jogging. I believe it's jogging or yogging. It might be a soft j. I'm not sure but apparently you just run for an extended period of time. It's supposed to be wild."
Grab a spot on your favorite roofdeck. Hunker down with a cocktail or beer and some good company, and get that 60 degree sunburn you've been thinking about since January. It's not just the humans who have caught Spring fever, it's the animal kingdom as well. What, like a coyote can't enjoy a jog or yog down the West Side Highway too. If you don't think coyotes want to look good for the beach this summer as well you are sorely mistaken.
Correctly running against the traffic, kinda...
And speaking of running down the West Side Highway...wow, who knew how awesome that is? Today was the first day I've ever run down there. A lot of grass, surprisingly, basketball courts overlooking the river, the Statue of Liberty cheering you on...still, to me, Central Park is the cat's meow, but it's just another reason why New York in the Spring cannot be beat.
But what if your thing isn't running, rooftop drinking, or petting wild coyotes. What if your thing is trying new Spring-y recipes. The market in Union Square has moved past its grey/brown/beige/boring tubers, bread, and quiche phase and is now offering stuff that has...wait for it...texture and color. You'll start to see all kinds red tomatoes and an awesome diversity of greens. Unfortunately, diversity in food can sometimes be taken a little too far.
"An Australian publisher has had to pulp and reprint a cook-book after one recipe listed "salt and freshly ground black people" instead of black pepper.
Penguin Group Australia had to reprint 7,000 copies of Pasta Bible last week, the Sydney Morning Herald has reported.
The reprint cost A$20,000 ($18,000; £12,000), but stock in bookshops will not be recalled as it is "extremely hard" to do so, Penguin said.
The recipe was for spelt tagliatelle with sardines and prosciutto.
"We're mortified that this has become an issue of any kind, and why anyone would be offended, we don't know," head of publishing Bob Sessions is quoted as saying by the Sydney newspaper.
Really Bob Sessions? Really? Do you really wonder why would someone might be offended? Personally, I prefer my food without freshly ground black people. Come to think of it, there weren't a whole lot of non-Caucasians in Australia when I was there last year and now I guess I know why. As far as I'm concerned, the first mistake was including a recipe for spelt tagliatelle with sardines. What, is this post-WWII Czechoslovakia? What's the appetizer to that dish, Stone Soup? I think I'd rather have a cardboard sandwich with melted cardboard on top, with a side of chipotle cardboard sauce. Somewhere Chef Boyardee is turning over in his beef ravioli-filled grave.
I guess what I'm trying to say here is Spring...yeah, get on the bandwagon, because this is when it starts to get good. Now where's my effing umbrella.
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